Agony reigns Depression presides Life slowly drains Death quickly arrives We're not unbroken In fact, we're the latter We are the broken The torn, the tattered

Constant, agonizing fighting Pain, torment, and violence Words laced with malice Meant to tear down and destroy We suffer vicious attacks Drown in vile poison Dripping from derisive words That comes from our persecutors Highest ratings: #12 Haiku #465 Poem #1 freedomofexpression

From the outside, looking in, Life is a beautiful place; But underneath this gilded face Lies a dark and powerful twin. Death reigns beneath it all Lurking in life's shade Watching all things fade, and all things fall. Despair laughs maniacally and waits, Waits for the strength of humans To fail and dissolve into ruins It waits at Hell's gates For those few who see Beyond the ornate disguise Of Life and Light, seeing Dusk's rise We see Demise's debris Will we ever feel anything except the ache? Will we forever remain blind? Or Will we someday find Beauty in the Heartbreak?

What causes pain? Why do we suffer? Why do tyrants reign? Why aren't we tougher? Helpless to end their malice, Broken by their arts, As they sit up in their palace With blackness in their hearts. Some people in this world are wicked, such are my observations. Others resent the crimes they committed. These are a shattered soul's speculations.

On the flip of a coin, people die around Sin. Escaped from a lunatic asylum and haunted by his dead sister, he must find out why, and discover who is trying to use his power to destroy everything and everyone. ***** Dead, dead, dead. Say it enough times and it becomes just another word. What would you do? Could you kill a killer? Does the death of one appease the deaths of a hundred? What about that hundred against a thousand? What if you had no choice? Meet Sin. No, not that sort of sin, but Sin, crazy as a loon (you ask Sister Moon), and proud of it. Sin locks himself away in an asylum and, every so often, badboy he's believed to be, gets violent. That's only so they'll give him those nice drugs, though. The ones that help him forget. It's a pity they don't work. Sin, you see, has a serious problem. Well, it's not so much his problem, as ours - yours, mine and everyone else's. People die around Sin. He doesn't like it and there's nothing he can do about it. But someone else knows, and Sin has to stop them... and himself... Flip and catch... -- WATTY WINNER!! Includes a special BONUS CHAPTER commissioned for Amazon Prime's Panic, and bonus chapters set in Sin's asylum! Featured on the following amazing lists! *The @fright profile for Top Horror Stories selected by movie The Ring!* *The Top Psychological Horror reading list for The Boy movie!* *The Terrifying Thrillers reading list for The Purge: Election Year!* *The Sinister Stories reading list for movie Sinister II!* *The Best of Thriller reading list for the Unfriended film!* #4 in MysteryThriller #6 in Horror #6 in Mystery #2 in Psychological #1 in Chiller #1 in Psychological Horror on Amazon!

Everybody has a tale of how they came to be - some tell the journey to strength, some tell the journey to happiness. Some happen to involve cruelty and torture. This is the story of the crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ PUPPET BOY PREQUEL created Nov. 30, 2015. IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

(Book 1) In a world where a virus has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, there are two friends partying it up in New Orleans when the infection hits. Far away from home, they are trapped and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of new friends and enemies along the way. Zombies aren't the only thing to fear... Copyright © 2013 by N_D_Iverson All Rights Reserved. (Warning: This is the unedited, raw first draft) **The edited and polished version, with bonus content and a never before seen chapter, is now available on all eBook retailer websites!**

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.